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Louis felt excited as he ran down the slightly uneven path, still slightly wobbly on his legs as he didn’t wake up from his nap that much earlier. His brown almost bowl-cut hair slightly fell into his eyes, he kept just pushing them back with his hands as he refused to get a haircut. His mother was walking slightly behind him, a small smile on her face as she saw her son wobble down the pavement with a smile that never seemed to leave his face, somehow larger than normal. She knew that the young boy was excited to get to Anne's house, her best friend since high school, to see his ‘bestest friend in the whole wide wide world’ as Louis so adorably put it. The Tomlinsons and the Styles’ only lived across the road and a few houses down from each other so Gemma and Louis grew up knowing each other extremely well, almost close enough to be siblings considering that neither child had one. Or at least that’s how it used to be until Anne had given birth to her second child a week earlier, Harry Edward Styles, which now meant that there were 3 people in their little group.
Louis didn’t understand what all the excitement was for, he knew that it was exciting for Anne to be having a new baby and that Gemma was really excited to be a big sister. Every time he went over to Gemma's house with his mother he could hear her and Anne in the kitchen talking how the baby and how excited they are for him to arrive. It was a week previous when there was a knock on the door in the early hours of the morning, Jay getting out of bed to see Robin stood outside with a sleeping Gemma in his arms before explaining that Anne had gone into labour early and they were having to rush to the hospital. Louis woke up the next day excited to see his best mate was at his house.
She ended up having to stay the next night as well, Anne and baby having to stay in the hospital for a night to make sure that they were okay. After Anne, Robin and Harry had come home, Gemma ended up going back home and Louis didn’t see her for the rest of the week.
With a small giggle, Louis climbed the small step to the Styles-Twists house, waiting until his mother came up behind him and knocked as loudly as his small hands and muscles would allow. After waiting for a few seconds a tired-looking Robin opened the door with a smile on his face, he welcomed the Tomlinsons into the house, hugging the young boy as he became like another child to him over the past two years. The house was surprisingly quiet considering the fact that there was a newborn and a 3-year-old in the house. Louis was led into the house's living room, spotting his auntie Anne sat on the couch with a small bundle in her arms.
Louis ran up to her, climbing onto the couch and kneeling next to Anne to see the small bundle in her arms. She smiled at the young boy, placing a gentle kiss onto his small forehead, and asked if Louis would like to meet Harry. Louis grinned up at her, just going along with it as he was feeling rather curious about the new child in her arms. Anne told Louis to sit on the couch, sit all the way back, and place his arms out. Robin, Jay, and Gemma joined them in the room smiling at the heartwarming scene when he did this.
Anne gently placed the small bundle into the 2-year-olds waiting arms, making sure to keep hold of Harry and supporting his head as she knew Louis wouldn’t know to do that. Louis looked down at the tiny face with an inquisitive look on his face, he looked at the baby for a few seconds before looking up and with a straight face asked
“He looks funny”.
The adults start to laugh at this, not surprised that it came out of the young boy's mouth. Gemma then ran up to him and gently climbed next to her best friend. She asked if Louis wanted to feel Harry's hand, saying it was really soft as he was new.
Louis didn’t know that when baby's palms were touched, they had the reflex to automatically grip onto whatever is in their grasp. So when Harry's small chubby hand gripped onto Louis's small finger a massive grew on Louis's face, Harry's grey eyes staring directly at the older boy. Louis looked at Harry the smile not leaving his face for a second as the thought ran through his head thinking that this means the small child likes him.
A few years later Harry is 3, Louis is 5 and Gemma is 6. As they all continued to grow Louis had become fiercely protective of Harry, the small boy being the person Harry took his first steps towards. From the stage where Harry started to walk, Louis had started to lead the younger boy round by him grasping onto the finger that baby Harry grasped onto 3 years previously. Their parents were surprised at how protective Louis was over Harry, Louis started to come over to see Harry rather than to see Gemma. When Harry started to talk his favourite words were ‘Lou’ and ‘boo’ which was the name he had given to Louis as at first, he wasn’t able to say his name. Their parents had taken them to the park for a while on a warm Saturday afternoon, Gemma had gone to her friend's house for a sleepover so it was just Harry and Louis playing. As they walked around the play equipment together Harry had a firm grip on Louis’s finger, not wanting to get too far away from the older boy and Louis couldn’t object to the smaller boy wanting to hold on tight.
As they got to the slide in the park Louis could feel Harry's grip tighten slightly if that was even possible. Harry had a slight fear of this slide, never going down it before as it was so large. Louis looked down at the boy who had a small frown on his face while staring at the metal and plastic play structure, he knew that Harry was more than able to do it and that he would feel amazing after he had finally been able to defeat it in his small mind. He gently pulled Harry's grip away from his one finger, smiling at the boy with confidence before taking the smaller hand in his and pulling Harry towards the empty slide. Harry could feel his stomach fill with butterflies as he walked towards the slide he's never been able to go down.
When they got to the top of the ladder, Harry gripped Louis’s entire hand and squeezed it. Louis just looked down at his small companion and smiled at him. After some coaching from Louis on what to do and what it'll be like, Harry finally felt somewhat confident about going down. Louis let go of Harry's hand and pulled the small boy into a hug, squeezing him and he whispered that he was proud of him. Louis climbed onto the actual slide, turned around to give Harry a large smile, and pushed him down the slide. Now Harry was alone at the top of the slide and the nerves started to set in, as he took a deep breath he heard his favourite voice shout up to him,
“You can do it, Harry! I believe in you!”
Harry looks over the edge of the slide to see Louis stood at the bottom of the slide, jumping up and down with a big grin on his face. Harry took a deep breath as he climbed onto the slide and pushed.
Harry had his eyes closed the entire way down, he felt the wind fly through his hair as he soared down the metal slide. Before he realised he was already at the bottom of the slide and could hear cheering, he slowly peeled open his eyes to see Louis running towards him with a massive grin on his face. Before Harry even had to process what he just did he was already being wrapped up in the older boys' arms in a massive hug, Harry wrapping his smaller arms around Louis's waist and Louis's arms around the younger boys' shoulders. He couldn't wipe the massive grin that grew on his face, he couldn't believe that he finally went down the massive slide. Just as Louis detached himself from Harry, he whispered a small 'I knew you could do it into the boy's ear. Louis couldn't express how proud he was of his best friend.
Harry is now 5 and Louis is 7. Harry is now in year one and it's his first time coming to school. Harry was excited but also extremely nervous to start school, Gemma and Louis had been going for years which left Harry by himself for most of the week for the past couple of years. He knew he wouldn’t see Louis for most of the day other than during morning break and at lunch but he was still looking forward to seeing Louis more than he usually did. As they walked the short distance from their houses and to the school Harry still held onto Louis’ finger, this now being his place of comfort. Harry and Louis walked through the doors to Doncaster Primary School 20 minutes earlier than what they have to be there as Louis wanted to show Harry where everything in the school was.
Louis first showed Harry where the year 3 class was, he pulled the slightly curly-haired boy into the room first taking him up to his teacher Mrs. Johnson and telling her that this was his best friend in the entire world, explaining that when Harry was a baby he gripped onto Louis’ finger and that showed him that they were going to best of friends. No one had had the heart to tell Louis the truth, they let the Tomlinson boy carry on telling the story as his parents and everyone around him thought it was adorable. Louis showed Harry where he sat in class and pointed out the other seats on his table relaying who else sat with him and a small snippet of information about each of them. When Louis had finished he left his book bag and coat on his hook outside the classroom and grabbed Harry's hand before walking him down to the year one classroom.
Harry looked at the classroom in wonder as he walked in, giggling as he placed his coat and bookbag onto the hook outside that had his name printed above it, the white walls had colourful pictures and words printed all over them. He grinned as he saw words sentences and words on the boards that he could already read and write properly, he spent the past couple of years looking at Louis’ small amount of homework he got from year one and year two so he already had a basic understanding of what to expect. Louis was still with him, walking around the room until he finds Harry's name printed on a table on the opposite side of the classroom to the door. After both boys were stood behind Harry's seat his teacher walked up to Harry and welcomed him to the class, as soon as the lady walked up the Harry he was gripping onto Louis’ hand again. Louis just looked over at the boy and smiled, he knew that everything was going to be okay.
It was now 4 years later, Harry was 9 years old and Louis was 11. Louis was getting ready to go to secondary school in September which means that Harry would be left behind in primary school for the next two years until he was old enough. Louis was excited to go to high school to meet new people and have some new experiences, hed been told all about it by some older kids that live on their street and he couldn’t wait for September so he can go. He and Harry went school uniform shopping a week earlier, Louis standing in the mirror looking proud with his shirt tie and blazer on, a massive grin on his face as he told the shop owner that he was going to big school in September.
Harry was excited for Louis to start going to secondary school, it's all the boy has talked about for months and he knew that it was going to be a great experience for him. Harry knew that Louis was excited to try out for the school's football team as it was one of the best in the county and it was in the rankings for the country, he was already one of the best players in his under 15s team so the chance to play more football excited the boy. Harry also knew that Louis was looking toward to taking music class as well, Louis had started to sing quietly to himself recently and didn’t think that anyone noticed but Harry had. However, no matter how excited he was he also felt extremely sad and anxious about Louis leaving Primary school and going to Secondary school. Harry knew that when Louis went to high school, he would meet all these new people, and Harry was scared that Louis would no longer need him. Harry was terrified of his best friend leaving him.
Louis knew there was something wrong with Harry. The younger boy is normally all smiles and full of life but recently he was quiet and always had a small frown on his face, often staring into space and not responding until people had had to shout his name. He had started to come up with excuses as to why he didn’t want to come out but he didn’t realise that Louis knew when the younger boy was lying and he had been doing it more and more recently. They had been best of friends for all of Harry's life, Louis knew the boy extremely well, this includes when the boy is lying. He asked Harry a couple of times what was wrong but he'd just smile at Louis, his emerald green eyes swimming with sadness, and say that everything is okay.
It was a week later when Louis walked into Anne's house, never needing to knock anymore as they were family at this point. He didn’t shout out like he normally did when he entered the house, he walked through in silence hearing quiet sobs being echoed around his second home. He could see Anne in the kitchen smiling sadly at Louis, she just pointed upstairs and placed a gentle kiss on Louis’ forehead, putting a hand gently on his back and slightly pushed him towards the staircase. Louis walked quickly but quietly up the stairs and across the landing to Harry’s bedroom, knowing that if he made a lot of noise it would alert Harry of someone being outside of his bedroom door. Louis looked at the wooden door with a sad smile on his face, the drawings from when he and Harry were younger were still stuck on the door, the letters to Harry's name that they coloured in together when they were 2, and 4 still stuck to the door.
Louis pushed Harry's door open and walked into the room. His heart dropped, his Harry was lay on his bed sobbing his heart out. His back was facing Louis at the door but he could see his body shaking due to the force of his sobs, his back rattling as his lungs attempted to take a deep breath in of the oxygen his body so desperately needed. Louis felt his whole world come crashing down around him, Harry shouldn't be crying like this. The only time that his best friend should be crying is when it was tears of laughter or when they were watching Marley and me as they did often. He walked up to the bed and gently sat down and placed his hand carefully onto Harry's back and started rubbing it the way his best friend loved. He didn’t understand what was wrong with Harry but he didn’t like the force of the sobs that were leaving his mouth. He gently placed his hand on Harry's arm that was furthest away from him and gently pulled on it, attempting to get the boy to roll over so he could ask what was wrong. With some gentle words of encouragement, Harry rolled over onto his side and looked at the blue-eyed boy that was sat in front of him.
When Louis looked down at the younger boy his heart somehow broke, even more, Harry's cheeks were flushed red and covered in tear marks, his eyes completely bloodshot and still had a few unshed tears in them, there was some snot on his nose and his lips were bright red and bitten like they would get when Harry was extremely nervous or sad about something. Louis gently placed his hand on Harry's red cheek, he was able to feel a burning heat from Harry's cheeks, and gently rubbed his thumb his Harry's eye to brush away the tears that were threatening to fall again. He pulled the boy into his chest, squeezing him so hard that he heard Harry quietly squeak, after hearing this he slightly relaxed his hold around Harry but didn’t let go. He gently whispered into Harry's ear asking him what was the matter. He felt Harry take a deep breath, lungs now able to fully expand now he had stopped crying before starting to speak.
The more and more words that tumbled out of Harry's mouth made Louis' heart drop and head hurt. How could his Harry imagine that he didn't need him anymore, how the younger boy confessed that he was terrified about losing his best friend and he's terrified of going back to school when Louis wasn't there. Louis couldn't imagine the inner torment that Harry had been putting himself through, he never realised that his moving to secondary school wasn't just a big change for himself but a big one for Harry as well. Since the start of school, Louis had always been going to the same school as Harry, walking to school and back with their parents until just the two of them to walk back together when Louis was old enough to take care of them both, spending their lunch and break times together and even managing to sit together during assemblies even though they shouldn't have been. All of their teachers knew that at times they weren't in class, if they wanted to find one boy the other wouldn't be that far behind.
"Silly Harry" Louis chuckled into the younger boys hair while affectionately stroking it, "You're my best friend, You're never going to lose me"
Harry was 13. He had known for a couple of years there was something different about him, he never looked at any of the girls his friends were looking at and never understand how girls could be hot. He was able to look at girls and see how they were beautiful and pretty but never anything beyond that, he felt like something was wrong with him. He would hear the other guys in the changing room talk about the other girls in their year, talking about them and seeing who everyone liked, was able to hear them laugh and joke about who was the best looking in their year. He knew that this was correct, he knew that in the back of his mind that this was the way he was supposed to be. Harry was 13 when the new boy moved into his school, having the transfer out of his old school due to bullying. He never understood why the boy had to move until a few weeks later when he could hear whispers from the other boys asking 'Have you heard the new kid is a faggot'. Harry didn't understand what they meant by this, having been rather sheltered not only by his family but by Louis as well. When he got home that day, having to walk home by himself as Louis had after-school detention that day, he pulled his laptop up and started googling the words he had heard. Harry was 13 when he found out what being gay was, he felt a massive weight being lifted off his shoulders at that point. He finally had a way to describe the way he felt.
Harry was now 14 and Louis was 16. Over the past year Harry had finally come to accept the fact that he was gay, he spoke to a lot of people on forums and on numerous different online websites all under a fake name and he finally felt ready to start telling people. It had taken him the past year to accept the fact, due to dealing with a lot of internalised homophobia and feelings of self-doubt. He knew that he should be telling his mum first, she had always been extremely supportive of him and everything he decided to do in life but he didn't feel comfortable within himself enough yet to tell her. He knew that the first person he wanted to tell was Louis, he knew that the older boy would be completely okay with it, he had told Harry many times that they were stuck together for life now and there was no getting rid of him. He spent weeks trying to get himself mentally prepared for this, he spoke to people online about they came out and what the reactions from their family and friends were, he heard some of the horror stories of people getting kicked out of their homes and being disowned from their families, he was just hoping that he wouldn't have a similar experience.
It was a few days before Harry had been planning to tell Louis, Harry was sat on his bed with his laptop open on one of the forums he went onto frequently a word document pulled up as well as he tried to write down what he wanted to say to Louis, using the forum and what other people said as a guide to help himself. In a moment of not even thinking just left his laptop open on his bed while he ran to the toilet. What he didn't hear was the front door opening downstairs and Louis gently creeping upstairs with the plan in mind to scare Harry, he was constantly doing this to the younger boy and it never failed to make him laugh. When Louis walked into the empty bedroom he was slightly confused until he could hear Harry whistling some song in the bathroom down the corridor, he sat on the bed and pulled Harry's laptop onto his lap wondering what homework he was completing this time. Louis was confused as a website he had never seen before was on the screen along with a word document open next to it with the words 'how to tell Lou' wrote at the top. Louis felt his brow furrow as he started to scroll through the website a bit when he got to the top and saw 'LGBT Foundation' wrote at the top in big bold letters.
Louis didn't quite know what to think, he obviously didn't care that Harry wasn't straight, he cared that Harry thought that Louis would treat him any differently due to it. He cared that Harry would now have a slightly more difficult life, there would be discrimination that he would be faced with due to who he liked, he knew that no one in their families and friends would think about him any different but it was still a scary thought. Louis wondered how long Harry had known he wasn't straight, how long he's been carrying around the knowledge without letting anyone know. The worst tab he saw was one on internalized homophobia, something that he'd heard about from a different friend of his, he never wanted Harry to experience something like that. Something else that terrified Louis is the teen suicide, depression, and anxiety risk increases that came along with being LGBT. He had heard the statistics and they weren't pretty, he couldn't let Harry be part of those statistics, he just couldn't.
Harry walked out of the bathroom, still whistling along to a tune that's been stuck in his head for the last few days. He walked into his bedroom, expecting to see his room exactly how he left it. He wasn't expecting to walk in to see Louis sat on his bed, laptop perched on his lap, and him scrolling through the tabs that he left open. This is the last thing he wanted to happen, he never wanted to come out like this, he wanted to come out on his terms and he wasn't able to do that anymore. He couldn't imagine Louis would invade his privacy like this, he knew in the back of his mind that Louis was probably just wondering what he was stuck doing but at that moment it didn't matter. Harrys biggest secret, the one he wanted to be able to say himself is no longer a secret. Before he even realised what was happening he was running down the stairs, nothing but socks on his feet and track pants on his body, and he was out of the front door. He could hear Louis shouting for him to stop, for him to slow down but he couldn't. He could feel the tears fall down his face as he ran down the empty streets of the small suburb he's always lived in, the place he's always felt safe and secure in but now he just yearns for nothing more than to be out of the place of the previous comfort. He knew that running down the streets wasn't a good idea, especially due to the current state he was in but he couldn't stop. He could feel his feet start to ache, the force of his body landing directly onto his socked feet wasn't pleasant. His chest was heaving with effort, he wasn't sure if it was from the distance he was running or the panic that still settled deep within his chest, each short breath he took while running felt like ice burning through his skin. He didn't know where he was anymore, wasn't sure how long he had been running for but as he slowed down he could feel the burn in his legs and chest become even stronger but this was nothing compared to the ache in his heart.
Louis didn't have a second to think, one second he was sat alone in Harry's room listening to the younger boy whistle in the bathroom, and the next minute Harry was running down the stairs and out of the front door. He barely glanced at the boy, only seeing the smile on his face drop before he ran out of the room. Louis knew he should've put the laptop down as soon as he saw it wasn't school work that Harry was completing but as soon as he saw some of the tabs the other boy had open he couldn't help his concern. Without even thinking Louis jumped up and started running after Harry, grabbing a hoodie that was thrown on the floor as he went as he saw Harry wasn't wearing anything on his torso. As they both ran down the street, Harry was further ahead than Louis, horrible thoughts were running through each boy's mind. As they got further and further from Harry's house, Louis was able to see the boy start to lag and slow down, with a final push Louis willed his legs to push further until he was able to grab hold of Harry's shoulder and pull him to a stop. As soon as both boys were stationary, both of the chests rapidly moving up and down to bring oxygen in, Harry collapsed to the grounds with sobs shaking his pale half-dressed figure. Louis grabbed him as he was falling to the floor and wrapped the jacket around Harry's shoulder before pulling the boy into his chest.
The force of the sobs that were leaving Harry was breaking Louis' heart, he could feel the pain and heartbreak that left the younger boy's body as the tears flowed freely down his face. Louis just held onto the boy even tighter as he whispered words of comfort into the boy's now sweaty forehead before placing a gentle kiss onto it. He could feel Harry's grip on his shirt, the tear that trailed down his face fell onto Harry's hair, both boys being emotional. He could hear Harry coughing and spluttering but didn't make any attempt to move, not when his best friend was going through something so emotional and raw. Harry knew what Louis saw, he knew there was no way to not explain what he saw. He took a deep breath in and pulled back from Louis enough so they could see each other's faces, Louis sending a small encouraging smile at Harry, he knew that Louis would never hate him for what he was about to say.
"Lou?" he whispered to the elder boy, "I'm gay".
Just say these words out loud for the first time felt so therapeutic for Harry, even though he had known this for the past year he had never said the two words out loud. Harry felt Louis' hands being gently placed on either side of his face, palms pressed to his jaw and thumbs gently rubbing the skin of his cheeks. He looked into Louis's eyes trying to look for any signs of disgust but all he saw was the blue eyes of his best friend and automatically felt safe. Harry let go of his tight grip on Louis's shirt and placed one of his hands on top of Louis's one, gripping onto it in a similar way he's done for his entire life. Louis leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto Harry's nose before leaning back and stating,
"And Harry, that's perfectly okay".
It was now two years later, Harry was now 16 and Louis was 18. Things in both boys’ lives have changed massively in the past 2 years. Louis has since finished high school and was just about to finish his last year of sixth form, he decided to go to the University of Manchester to do Drama and English Literature. When it came to picking his A-levels decided he wanted to become a drama teacher, knowing how much he loved taking the class in high school. Harry had just finished his GCSEs and was moving onto the same sixth form that Louis went to, deciding to take Biology, Music, and Psychology for his A-levels wanting to become a physiotherapist.
6 months after Harry came out to Louis, Louis ended coming out to Harry. Louis had known for a while that he wasn't straight, he just never was able to find the correct moment to come out. Louis had finished sixth form early one day so he went straight to Harry's house to meet him after school as a surprise, both boys had been busy recently with coursework and exams so didn't have much time to see each other. When Harry walked through the door an hour later he was able to hear slight snoring coming from the living room of his house, he looked down at the shoe rack that was placed in the hallway next to the front door and a smile grew on his face.
The familiar pair of black Vans shoes were placed messily in the spot that was always left open for the older boy and his jacket was clumsily thrown onto the coat rack. Harry toed off his school shoes and hung his blazer up on the coat rack next to Louis and walked into the room where the noise was radiating from. When he walked in he saw Louis lay flat on the couch, his head cushioned on one of the pillows that lived on either end of the sofa, and he had obviously been up to Harry's room when he arrived as he had one of Harry's jumpers on. Harry couldn't help but grin as he saw the older boy lay there, the fact that he knew Louis probably tried to stay awake to see him when he got back in from school but fell asleep before Harry arrived. Harry walked over to the sleeping boy and climbed onto him, laying chest to chest and tucking his head into the crook of Louis's neck and let out a deep exhale, already feeling the most relaxed he's felt in weeks. As soon as he lay down he felt Louis's arms wrap around his waist and hold onto him tight, he felt Louis's hand straight to trail up and down his spine in the way that's soothed him for years. Louis pressed a light kiss onto Harry's curls before tiredly whispering to him,
"Wanna have a nap Haz? I'm free for the rest of the day and tomorrow we can hang out later. Sleep now"
A few hours later Harry and Louis were sat in Harry's kitchen, him cooking up a meal for the both of them as Anne wasn't going to be home till late that night and the older boy decided he was going to stay the night. Harry knew there was something on Louis's mind, the boy a lot quieter and withdrawn than usual, he kept zoning out at random points in conversations. He knew that Louis didn't enjoy talking about his emotions, it has been the same since he was a kid but he also knew that sometimes Louis just needed a small push. Just as Harry was about to ask Louis what was wrong, he turned around and blurted out
"Im gay Harry"
Harry stood there in shock at first, this wasn't what he thought Louis was gonna tell him, he just stared at Louis who had his gaze fixed firmly on the kitchen island he was sat at. He dropped the pans he was using to cook and ran to Louis and firmly wrapped his arms around the older boy's shoulders, giving him a strong hug. He could feel Louis timidly wrap his arms around Harry's waist but when the first shudder passed through his body he wrapped his arms around the younger boy's frame more securely and started to sob into the white school shirt he was still wearing. Harry just ducked his head to press a kiss onto Louis's feathery brown hair and whispered the words the older boy said to him months previous
"And Louis, that's perfectly okay"
It was 6 months after Louis coming out and a year since Harry coming out that they realised that the feelings they had for each other were mutual, Louis knocked on Harry's door one day with a bunch of sunflowers and asked Harry out on the spot if he would do the honour of going on a date with him. Harry was one minute stop staring at Louis in the door frame of his front door and the next minute he was waking up on the floor with Louis leaned over him shaking him repeatedly and saying his name, Harry then realised that he had passed out when Louis asked him and he could feel his cheeks start to heat up due to embarrassment. He stayed lay on the floor and closed his eyes again and started to laugh, not being able to see the heartbroken look on Louis's face as the younger boy started to laugh out loud. Louis felt his heartbreak as he watched the boy he had slowly fallen in love with without realising not only pass out but then start to laugh when he came back to consciousness, he stood out with tears in his eyes and threw the flowers that were clutched in his hands at Harrys figure that was still sprawled out on the floor. When Harry felt a weight hit him in the centre of his chest he quickly opened his eyes to see Louis go to leave his house, he felt his entire body go cold with shock. He quickly jumped up and ran towards Louis who was now at the bottom of his garden and grabbed his wrist and pulled the boy to face him.
When Louis turned around Harry could see the tears in his eyes, the pain of rejection was clear in his misty blue eyes. Without thinking Harry leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on Louis's lips, he pulled back to see Louis face full of confusion at what had just happened. Harry just moved his hand down from Louis's wrist to his hand, gripping onto it tightly, and brought the hand to his hand while he put light kisses all over the back of it.
"Id love to go on a date with you Lou"
Two nights later Louis came to Harry's house to pick him up, not telling Harry where they were going other than to dress comfortably and to be ready at 7 pm. When Harry opened the door to his house he saw Louis stood on the doorstep with a bunch of flowers in his hand, this time yellow tulips, Harry smiled at the boy who had a slight blush present on his cheeks when he leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek, thanking him for the flowers. Louis was ever the gentleman that night, opening the door of his car and complementing Harry repeatedly. After about 20 minutes of driving, Louis pulled into a forest and looked over at Harry with a big smile on his face before presenting the younger boy with a blindfold. Normally Harry would refuse to put a blindfold on, he was clumsy at the best of times but he trusted Louis with his life so put it on without complaint. After about 2 minutes of walking and Louis making sure Harry didn't fall over they came to a stop and Louis pulled Harry's blindfold off. Harry looked around in shock, they were in the middle of the woods and he looked down to see a picnic blanket full of his favourite foods and drinks, around the trunks and branches of the trees closest to them fairy lights, were strung around them, next to the food on the blanket he could see that Louis had brought a small disposable camera. He turned around to face Louis with tears in his eyes, he couldn't believe this boy. A few months before that he confessed to Louis that this was his dream first date and he couldn't believe that the boy had remembered, even down to the camera so they were able to take some pictures to remember the day.
They had officially become a couple not long after their first date, their dynamic not changing all too much other than the added kisses and more physical contact. They spent even more time together which neither family thought was possible, they spent alternative nights at each other's houses and tried to still have their time apart from each other. Whenever he could Louis would come and meet Harry from school, driving them both home and often taking the long way home so they were able to spend more time together without any of their families being involved and nosey like they normally were. One Friday after school Louis had surprised Harry by meeting him after school, placing a firm but loving kiss onto his lips, and opening the door to his car to let Harry get in the passenger seat. When he turned around to put his backpack in the back seat he could see two duffle bags on the seat, one of his and one belonging to Louis. Harry turned around to look at Louis in confusion, he wasn't sure as to why the older boy would have a duffle bag full of his stuff in the back seat of his car. When Louis got back in the car, he turned to face Harry and flashed him one of his cheeky grins while refusing to tell Harry where they were going even after the boy had basically begged him.
Not long after Louis pulled up to the forest they had their first date in and climbed out of the driver's seat and pulled a tent, sleeping bags, mats, and other equipment. It was then that it clicked that they were gonna go camping and Harry just smiled at the boy's thoughtfulness. By the time they had set up the tent, set up the area for sleeping, made a small fire outside the tent, and had a meal of picnic items much like the first time they were there it was then dark and they lay in the tent with their stomachs full and grins on their faces. They knew that with Louis going off to University soon and Harry staying in Doncaster it was going to be difficult so spending the time they had left together was important. Harry smiled as he felt Louis snuggle closer into his back, Louis always being the big spoon to Harry's little spoon, and he gripped the hands they had entwined together even tighter never wanting this moment to end.
The next two years were difficult, with Louis being in Manchester for Uni and Harry being in Doncaster they weren't able to see each other as often as they wanted to. They both struggled with the distance, both being so used to living across the road from each other that now living in different cities was extremely difficult. Louis and Harry made the nearly 1 hour and 30-minute trip as often as they could, Louis driving back to Doncaster and Harry getting the train down to Manchester. The other problem they both had was losing their best friend, while they both had friends in school and college they never bothered making close friends as Louis and Harry had each other and that's all that mattered to the boys. In his first year of uni, Louis had met Zayn and Liam, bumping into Zayn in his English class and then meeting Liam through Zayn. He found out that Liam and Zayn were together and had been for the last 3 years, them meeting in High school when Zayn stopped some of the older boys from beating Liam up.
Louis and Liam didn't get along at first, Liam wanting to follow the older boy around like a lost puppy and Louis finding the boy far too endearing but Liam reminded Louis of Harry too much so he snapped at the boy often. Liam never cared though, he would just smile and continue to be extremely friendly towards Louis. When Louis and Harry had an argument one night, Louis had called up Zayn but never got an answer so he turned up at Liam and Zayn's shared flat, hoping that the Bradford-born boy was there. When Liam opened the door and told him that Zayn was out at the art studio he so frequently visited, Louis just broke down and cried into Liam's check shirt. Liam pulled the older boy inside and to the couch, where he spent the next couple of hours consoling the boy and talking through what had happened. Much later that night Zayn came home to see his boyfriend and best friend asleep on the couch, the end credits of grease rolling in the background. He could see the tear stains that were still tracked down Louis's face and just pulled the throw they had on the back of the couch over the two boys, gave them both kisses on their foreheads before retreating to his room.
When Harry went to sixth form, he made friends with Niall, who had recently moved over to Doncaster from Ireland with his family. Harry was running down the corridors of sixth form on one of the first days of the new semester and the Irish boy literally ran straight into him. They both went tumbling to the floor, the papers that Harry in his hands went everywhere, Niall rubbing his knee from where he banged it on the ground. When both of the boys looked up they both just burst out laughing, both trying to apologise at the same time. When they both picked up their belongings Niall asked where Harry was going to in a rush, when he explained he was late to his music theory class Niall looked at him with a big grin on his face before saying he was going to the same class. The boys stumbled into the class, slightly late, but laughing and joking like they were lifelong friends. During their free period, they compared schedules and realised that most of their classes were together and the rest was history.
There first time Niall found out about Louis was when Harry had come into sixth form one day with hickeys on his neck, a smile on his face, and a slight skip in his step. Niall knew that Harry went to see one of his friends in Manchester, he told the boy a week earlier that he would be busy all weekend and wouldn't be back till early Monday morning. When Niall started asking Harry loads of questions and asking to see a picture of the girl he went to see, at this point, Harry hadn't come out to Niall, not down to be scared about coming but Harry no longer felt the need to come out. Over the last few years he had become a lot more secure and accepting of his sexuality but decided that he shouldn't have to come out, he would tell people if they asked and would never lie about his sexuality. When Harry pulled out his phone and showed Niall a picture of him and Louis that he took that weekend, Louis had taken Harry out on a date to a restaurant in the centre of the city and then ended up sitting in Piccadilly Gardens next to the fountains until the early morning watching people and talking about their lives. Harry looked at Niall for a look of disgust when he showed him the photo, wanting to know if the boy was against his and Louis' relationship but he was pleasantly surprised when Niall just looked at the photo with a massive grin on his face and said they looked cute together and asked how long they'd been dating.
A few weeks later Harry took Niall down the Manchester with him, Niall and Louis had spoken a few times when Harry had skyped Louis and the two boys had gotten on great. When Louis asked Harry if he wanted to bring Niall down for the weekend, that the 3 of them could meet up with Zayn and Liam and make a weekend of it thinking that the 5 of them would get on great. This turned out to be a great but also terrible idea, the 5 of them got on great but on the Saturday when they planned to have a movie night in Liam and Zayn's flat, Louis' studio not being big enough to comfortably hold the 5 of them, but Niall pulled a bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of Vodka out of his bag and the night when down from there. Even though Niall was the 2nd youngest his Irish blood was able to hold his alcohol a lot more than the others and when Louis starts drinking he becomes very competitive, the night ended in Louis and Niall going shot for shot then Louis crying onto Niall's shoulder, explaining that he loved Harry so much and he was so happy that he now had the Irish boy. Harry, Liam, and Zayn had a lot less to drink than the others, they were still intoxicated but able to control themselves a lot better than the other two.
From that point on the 5 of them became a group, traveling between Doncaster and Manchester often so they'd be able to spend time together. This continued for the next year and a half, the boys becoming extremely close-knit. When it became time for Harry and Niall to pick their uni courses, it was obvious both of them were going to apply for Unis in Manchester they would be able to be together. Harry applied to Manchester Metropolitan University so he could do Physiotherapy and Niall applied to the British and Irish Modern Music Institute to take a music business and event management degree. Both boys refused to tell Louis, Liam, and Zayn which universities they'd applied to and if they got accepted until the boys had traveled from Manchester to tell them their results in person. Louis cried when he found out Harry was going to be moving to Manchester, refusing to let go of his boyfriend. Niall was pulled into Zayn's arms, Zayn had become protective over Niall since they met treating the boy like the little brother he never had.
On a cold September day the 5 of them smiled as they pulled up to their new student house, it was an easy choice for the 5 of them to live together in a joined house. Harry was now 18 and Louis was 20. They got a 5 bedroom house just outside the centre of Manchester, somewhere they all felt comfortable and safe. When it came to Niall and Harry getting their A-Level results Louis, Liam, and Zayn traveled up to Doncaster so they could be there for the nerve-wracking day, the older boys obviously not knowing about the fact that Niall and Harry had both applied for universities in Manchester. When they got their results which allowed them to get onto the courses they want it ended up with the 5 of them taking a road trip to the beach to celebrate.
A couple of months after the 5 of them were living together, Louis asked Niall, Zayn, and Liam to accompany him doing an errand, the boys questioned it at first but when he brought them to a small jewelry store it made sense. Louis spent hours walking around Manchester, going into different stores to try and find the perfect ring. Just when he felt like he was going to give up and try another day he found the perfect ring, a simple black band that had one green band and a blue band wrapped around it. As soon as he saw it he fell in love with it, he had a gut feeling as soon as he saw it. He spent the next few months planning the perfect way to propose to Harry, knowing how important this would be for both boys. He planned to ask Niall to take Harry out for the day to distract him while Louis was sorting out the booking at Harry's favourite restaurant and getting the room ready with their family and friends in it, he thought it would be the perfect way for them to become engaged as without their mothers they would've never met.
It was the day when Louis was planning on proposing to Harry, Niall had already taken the boy out for the afternoon claiming that he wanted a new guitar and to buy some new clothes and as his best friend, Harry was obligated to go with him. He knew that when Niall was guitar shopping it'd take him a few hours, wanting to walk around different music stores in Manchester trying to find the perfect one, then add Harry and Niall going clothes shopping together he knew that they'd have 6 hours minimum to sort everything out. Louis knew he had a lot to do, sorting out the restaurant and decorating it for their special occasion, making sure that both his and Harry's families make it to the restaurant, making sure that he remembered the ring and the speech he's spent the last month writing and rewriting as he wanted it to be perfect. He was thankful that Zayn, Liam, and Niall were able to help him that day, Niall being the distraction and Zayn and Liam helping with the restaurant and their families.
Harry knew that something was going on, Niall spent the 2 weeks previous complaining that he had too many clothes and he needed to get rid of them but then all of a sudden he wanted to go clothes shopping with just Harry, saying how he wanted time for just him and Harry rather than the whole group going out shopping together like the normally did. He saw Louis getting his smart clothes out the night before, the same clothes he likes to wear on special occasions and on dates, and Harry couldn't think of any occasion coming up in the next few weeks for these clothes to be out. He kept hearing the other 4 boys whispering to each other than going dead silent when he enters the room, Harry tries to not let it get to him but he feels so paranoid about not knowing what everyone else knows. He tried to ignore it when they got to the first guitar store, but as the day went on, there was an anxious feeling that settled in his stomach, which only continued to worsen. By the time that they have finished guitar shopping (where Niall went to about 6 different stores and didn't find 'the one' as he put it) and started on clothes shopping it was getting to the early evening, Harry could feel his feet starting to hurt slightly and his arms felt heavy with the amount of bags that were laid on them. Niall said that he wanted to go out to eat but didn't want to take the bags to the restaurant with them and they didn't live that far from the centre so it wasn't massively out of their way to go back.
When they arrived at the flat Niall messaged Louis saying where they were up to, letting the man know that they were going to be at the restaurant in about 30 minutes as he was waiting on Harry to get changed then they were gonna start walking to them. Louis was sat waiting for Niall and Harry to arrive at the restaurant, he was pacing up and down next to the tables he had booked. All of his family was there, his mum, Dan, Lottie, Phoebe, Daisy, Ernie, and Doris, sat smiling at him as they knew how nervous he was about what was going to happen. At one point he felt a small hand pull on his pair of chinos, he looked down to see little Ernie staring up at him. He asked Louis in his adorable little voice 'is achoo gonna marry hazzy?', Louis grinned at his only brother before scooping him up in his arms and kissing him all over his face before telling him again what was going to happen that night. When he checked the time again he saw that Niall had texted him 45 minutes ago, he texted him back asking where they were up to as he started to worry slightly.
It was now an hour after Niall and Harry were supposed to be there and there was still no response from Niall and Louis was starting to panic. He had even tried to call and text Harry multiple times but it was going straight to voicemail, and the next time he tried Niall's number that also went to voicemail. Louis could feel himself panic more and more as time went by, he had a feeling in his gut that something was wrong but he didn't know what. Anne and Jay both sat with him trying to be the voice of reason as to why they're not answering their phones or why they haven't arrived yet but no matter what anyone said it wasn't able to calm the frantic man down. It took Zayn coming and grabbing him by the arms and shaking him firmly telling him to think clearly before pulling him into a hug. Louis could feel tears start to form in his eyes, he tried to brush them out of his eyes and pushed himself out of Zayn's arm before they started falling properly but when he thought he got away from Zayn he felt another pair of arms get pulled around him. He looked up to see Liam looking down at him with sad eyes, it took one look from him and a light kiss on Louis's forehead was all it took for the older boy to start full-on sobbing into Liam's chest.
The sounds of Louis's ringtone broke the silence in the room, Louis quickly pulled himself away from Liam's chest and pulled his phone out of his pocket to see Niall calling him. He answers the phone to the sound of Niall crying and telling him that Harry had been in an accident and was rushed to hospital. As soon as the words left the Irish man's mouth the phone dropped from Louis' hand and he fell to his knees on the floor, his body shaking with sobs. He could feel someone touching his back and trying to calm him down, rubbing their hand up and down asking him what happened. Louis couldn't comprehend what Niall was saying, his Harry couldn't be in the hospital. He was supposed to be here, with Louis, celebrating the next step of their life together but Harry is in hospital and Louis could feel his heart shatter. He could hear Zayn talking to Niall on the phone, asking him questions about what happened and telling him they'll be there as soon as possible. Liam looked down at the shacking body of his best friend and couldn't imagine what Niall told him on the other end of the phone, he could hear Zayn asking Niall about what happened and felt his heart drop when he heard the words 'hospital' and 'we'll be there soon'. He looked up at the people who had become family to him to see their shocked faces, Anne crying gently as she panicked about her son and Jay trying to calm her down.
Zayn finished the phone call with Niall and walked straight to Louis. He picked up the boy's face and rubbed the tears off that were trailing down Louis' face with his thumb. He calmly told Louis that he was in Manchester Royal Infirmary but he was alive and that they needed to go to the hospital. He pulled Louis up before pulling the smaller frame into this chest and hugging him. They left the restaurant in a rush, all of them quickly walking to the hospital that was thankfully a short distance away. When the group of 13 walked into A&E Louis immediately walked over to the reception desk asking to see Harry. The nurse pointed him in the direction of the section Harry was in but said the whole group wouldn't be able to go so Louis, Zayn, Liam, Jay, Gemma, and Anne walked in the direction of Harry while the others stay in the waiting area.
When they finally got to the bay that Harry was in they saw him lay in a bed, his hair pushed off his head with some blood on his face. Louis saw the white cast on Harry's left arm that he knew his boy would hate. There was some bruising that had already appeared on the pale skin. Grazes were scattered all over his arms and chest that were only covered by a thin hospital sheet. When Louis walked up to Niall and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder he jumped up from the chair he was sat in beside Harry and pulled Louis into a hug. Both men started to cry, Niall repeatedly saying that he's sorry and that it's his fault that Harry was in the hospital.
When everyone had entered the room fully Niall started to explain what had happened. Niall said how they were about 10 minutes away from the restaurant when Niall went to step across the road but Harry saw a car that was speeding towards him and pushed him out of the way and then get hit by the car himself, hitting the windscreen before falling to the ground. Niall had started screaming for an ambulance to be called when Harry wasn't waking up, he remembered to check that Harry was breathing but then just started to panic after that. He remembered someone asking for Harry's details and asking how he was doing then the next minute he and Harry were in the back of an ambulance. He said that they'd brought him back from x-ray not that long before they arrived to make sure that the placement of his bones in his broken arm would be okay. According to the doctor, Harry had come out of the accident very lucky and he could've been hurt a lot worse than he is. Harry was currently under some strong painkillers as orthopedics had to reset his arm, after the adrenaline rush of everything that had happened, Harry ended up passing out in his hospital bed.
Louis sat down in the chair that Niall was just occupating and grabbed hold of Harry's good hand before rubbing his thumb along the grazed knuckles. He couldn't believe that Harry was lay in this hospital bed, they were supposed to be in their favourite restaurant becoming fiancees but instead, they're in a hospital room. He looked more closely at Harry's bruised body and he felt tears build up in his eyes, he was so angry at Harry and he couldn't believe that his boyfriend was stupid enough to push his friend out of the way. As soon as these thoughts came into his head he shut them down, this is the type of person that Harry is. He has the biggest most loving heart, as soon as you became one of 'his people' as Harry put it he would do anything he could do to look after them. He's not surprised in the slightest that he ran and pushed Niall out of the way, much like Zayn, Harry looked at Niall like a younger brother even though Niall was older than Harry. Harry just wanted to take care of everyone, he loves to love people.
As Louis lifted Harry's hand to kiss it he felt his hand twitch, his head shot up to see Harry's green eyes staring back at him with a small smile on his face. Without even thinking he jumped up and wrapped his arms gently around him. He felt Harry's good arm wrap around his back and grip onto Louis' shirt, Louis felt more tears come to his eyes as his boy gripped onto his shirt and hug him back as tight as he could. Louis let him go after hugging him and sat on the edge of Harry's bed just looking at his boy in his eyes. He just sat there as everyone else in the room came up to Harry and gave him hugs saying that they were glad he was okay.
A couple of hours later Harry was moved to a room so he could be observed overnight and their entire family was there, including everyone who was in the waiting room. Everyone was sat around Harry's bed, Ernie was sat on Harry's lap cuddled into him, Doris was at the bottom of the bed playing games on Louis' phone. The rest of Louis' family was sat on the left of Harry's bed on multiple chairs, Harrys' family on his right, Zayn, Liam, and Niall sat at the bottom. Louis was sat on the bed next to Harry, gripping his good hand still. They were sat talking until Harry asked why both of their families were there and Louis felt himself tense up, he didn't know how to explain it. He gripped the ring box that was still in his pants pocket and looked at everyone sat around them who was smiling at the couple, no one saying a word until a small voice up popped up saying
"Achoo still marry Hazzy?"
Louis felt Harry tense up next to him and quickly turn his head to be facing Louis. His eyes were wide with shock, he was sure that he was hearing things because there was no way Ernie just said that. Harry had known for years he wanted to marry Louis, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this beautiful boy. He wanted that cliche life with him, with the white picket fence and the kids and the dog. He wanted to grow old with Louis, he never wanted to let him go. Louis turned to face Harry with more of his body before gripping onto his hand and starting to talk,
"My Harold. You've been in my life since I can remember. Our mums tell us about the day we met, then Anne passed you to me and I apparently said that you looked funny. From that day forward we were inseparable. Anne always tells me how you used to sit and wait at the front window waiting for 'Boo' to come back from school as you weren't able to say my name yet. You were my little shadow when we were younger, people would just find one of us as if you found one of us you would find the other. I remember that when we were in school and the teachers would find us trying to sneak into each other's classrooms and they'd just laugh and take us back to our original room, not having the heart to tell us off. Our parents would dress us in matching outfits when they could, there are many pictures of us wearing matching footie kits and Halloween outfits. I remember when I was 9 and you were 7 and I was trying to teach out how to play footie but with your Bambi legs you were terrible at it. You were dribbling the ball down my back garden when you went tumbling over and fell straight onto your arm, you burst out crying and we rushed you to the hospital. We left a couple of hours later and you had a blue cast on your arm because 'it had to match Lou'."
Louis heard the chuckles of their family around them as Louis started his speech and talked about their childhoods.
"When I turned up at your house and ask you out on a date I never felt so nervous in my life but then you passed out and I felt my heart stop. As you lay on the floor in your hallway, I couldn't stop the panic that was racing through my head. When you finally woke up and started laughing I sat there in shock first before standing up, throwing your flowers at and I stormed out. I had finally worked up the courage to tell the most beautiful boy id ever met how I felt about him and then I thought I got rejected, I didn't know what to do. I was terrified of not only losing my best friend but I was terrified of losing my soulmate. When you grabbed onto me and told me that you'd go on a date with me, I don't think id ever felt happiness like it before. When I left for uni I realised I couldn't live without you, those two years that we were apart were two of the hardest years of my life. I was missing half of me. I had got so used to living across the road from you and then suddenly I'm in a completely different city and we couldn't see each other as often. All I wanted was you there with me, it was so new to me not being able to see you whenever I wanted or needed to. During those two years, we got very used to skype dates and we texted each other all day every day. When you moved to Manchester I couldn't believe my luck, not only was I living with my boyfriend and best friend but also with our 3 best friends."
"Harry, you stole my heart by being the most loving, compassionate, goofy, sensitive person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. You've been my best friend since we were kids, you've been there through the good and the bad. You've seen me at my best and you've also seen me at my absolute worst. You've been the reason that I've smiled in my darkest days and you've brought so much comfort to me, ill never be able to fully explain it. You were the first person I told about my dreams of becoming a drama teacher then the next day you came to my house with information on the best unis around us and what A-levels Id have to take to get into them, you believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. You've shown me how to love, I didn't ever think id be able to love someone as much as I love you. A lifetime isn't long enough to return all you have given to me but I promise that ill spend the rest of my days by your side."
By this point in the speech, both boys are crying, as is everyone else in the room. For the families, it was a beautiful moment as they'd seen the two boys grow together and now they were seeing them getting ready to spend the rest of their lives together.
"You are my one and only Hazza, my soulmate, my home. I remember 3 years ago when I was 18 and we started dating I sat down with my mum one day, we hadn't even been together for a month yet but I told her how I planned to marry you one day. I knew that you were the one for me that quick. H, I want to marry you because you're the first person I see in the morning, when you've got the worst bedhead possible and drool on your cheek and I sit there and think how lucky I am to call you mine. You're the first person I think about in the morning and the last person I think about at night. I want to be the one who holds you sleep, I just want it to be you and I forever. I'm not going to say it's going to be easy, we're gonna fight and argue, there gonna be tough times and times we want to strangle each other. But we're also going to talk and communicate, we'll work everything out because that is what we do. I want to be yours for forever and you to be mine. So Harold, will you please do me the honor of becoming my husband. Harry will you please Marry me?"
Harry couldn't believe this boy. He sat there with tears pouring down his face but with the biggest smile. He let go of Louis' hand and placed it on the side of his face, using his thumb to wipe away the tears that were slowly rolling down his face. He brought Louis' face closer to his and pressed their lips together. Still, even after 2 years together kissing Louis still took his breath away.
"Of course Ill marry you Lou"
Louis pulled back and pulled the ring box out of his pocket, he completely forgot about it when he was proposing. He opened the box and pulled the ring out, he looked down at it again and couldn't wipe the grin off his face\ He couldn't believe that this ring was now going to be on Harry's finger, he knew it was perfect but when he slipped the ring onto Harr's ring finger he felt his heart burst. It was absolutely perfect.
Harry woke up to his phone's text alarm continuously going off, he rolled over to pull it off charge and clicked the power button to see that it was 3 am. He felt blinded by the bright light from his phone, his eyes used to the dark from the sleep he was just having. Harry rolled over to see his husband snoring into his pillow, his hair sticking us in every direction and drool sticking to his face and pillow, to Harry he looked perfect. While he was staring at Louis the text alert from his phone went off again, he looked down to see 15 texts and a couple of missed calls from Georgia-Rose, as he started reading the texts he felt his heart start to race. He quickly leaned over and started to hit Louis on the arm telling him to wake up. He couldn't believe it, their baby boy was finally coming.
It had been 5 years since Louis proposed to Harry and 3 since they got married. The ceremony had been a private affair with only their closest friends and family, Harry had spent months planning it with Louis putting in just as much input. Instead of the normal way of their families sitting on either side of the aisle they decided to have everyone mixed in together in two semi-circles with the aisle going in between them. Both boys walked down it at the same time with their mothers giving them away. All of Louis's siblings had a part in the wedding, Ernie and Doris being the page boy and flower girl, and then his siblings being bridesmaids. When it came down to picking their best men it turned into a competition between Zayn and Liam to become Louis' best man, each trying to show why Louis should be picked over the other boy. Harry and Louis found it all rather amusing as they had already decided that Niall would be Harry's best man and Louis wanted Lottie to be his best girl. Louis wasn't able to pick between his best mates so they jokingly said they would be flower boys if they didn't stop with the competitions. Zayn and Liam kept laughing along like it was a joke until they got their invitations and it stated that both of them would be flower boys for the event.
Harry and Louis had a bet going between the two of them to see who would start crying first at the wedding, Harry managed to make it until Louis was saying his vows but Louis had started crying as soon as he was walking down the aisle. The night had ended with many people standing up to say speeches at their wedding, Zayn, Liam, and Niall had all given speeches making sure to include as many embarrassing stories as they could while also having heartfelt moments explaining how amazing it had been to see their two best friends continue to fall in love even more as the days went by. Anne and Jay had both given speeches too, giving up moments from both the boys' childhoods, saying how they knew that they were close from a very young age but didn't realise how close until the boys sat both of them down one day absolutely terrified, telling them how they were together and begging their mothers not to think any differently of them. Little did they know Anne and Jay already knew they were together but were just waiting for the boys to be able to tell them on their own terms. They ended up walking out of the reception together that night early, leaving their family to carry out partying on their behalf. Harrys hand holding onto Louis', the grip on his hand tight, and a smile on his face due to finally being able to call his boy his husband.
Harry shook Louis awake, knowing how difficult it could be to wake the older boy up from his sleep. He ended up slapping Louis around the face when he didn't wake up from the vigorous shaking. This ended up shocking Louis awake who bolted straight up and jumped out of bed in surprise, his half-asleep mind going straight into defense mode after his abrupt awakening. His wide eyes clocked onto Harry sitting on the bed, his hair all over the place, tears welling up in his eyes, and his phone gripped tightly in his hand. He threw the phone across the bed towards Louis who looked at it in confusion at first, his mind not quite being able to keep up. He slowly picked up the phone and started to read the messages that were on the screen. Harry was able to see the exact moment that Louis read the text saying that their little boy was coming as he dropped the phone and lunged across the bed, bringing Harry into his chest and crying the hardest that Harry had ever seen.
After collecting themselves they sprung into action, both of them pulling comfortable clothes on as they knew they could be at the hospital for quite a while and grabbing the baby bag they already had prepared from the nursery next to their room. After pulling their shoes on and nearly sprinting out of the door, Louis was sat in the driver's seat speeding towards the hospital and Harry in the passenger seat, texting both of their families along with Niall, Liam, and Zayn telling them what was happening. They had been preparing for this to happen for quite a while now, it was during their honeymoon in Jamacia that they finally decided to start the process of having a family together. They had known since Harry was 18 and Louis was 20 that they wanted kids together but wanted to wait until they were married. A few weeks after being back they started the process of finding a surrogate, they wanted a large family much like Louis grew up with, so they agreed they wanted to use a surrogate for a biological child from both Harry and Louis before fostering and adopting some kids to carry on growing their family. They had met Georgia-Rose a couple of weeks after starting the process and the couple straight away knew that they had found the perfect person for them. Georgia had explained to them how her brother was in a same-sex relationship and she saw firsthand how difficult it was for him and his partner to start a family after rejection from a lot of surrogates due to their sexuality. They had decided together that they would let Louis be the biological father of the first child and them Harry would be able to next time.
When they arrived at the hospital, in no time at all thanks to Louis manically driving, they ran into the maternity wing and straight into the room that Georgia was in. Over the past year of knowing her, they had all become a really tight-knit group to the point where their families had become friends with each other and already had plans to spend time together after Georgina has given birth. They had even talked about Georgina being the surrogate for their next child as well. Georgia was lay on the bed, an obvious look of discomfort on her face but a massive grin took over it when the Tomlinsons walked into the room. Hours later, Georgia was still no closer to giving birth when they heard a quiet knock on the door before Niall, Zayn and Liam walked in with gift bags in their hands and t-shirts on that they had custom made on all claiming that they were the best uncle, something that first started as a joke until they all turned up to Louis and Harry's house one day telling them how Niall had them made.
As time passed more of their families turned up to say hello to them, all of Louis' siblings sitting on Georgias bed and hugging her. Harry and Louis had prepared for the birth of their child to take a while, Georgia had told them how when she was a surrogate for her brother she was in labour for nearly 20 hours but they were still starting to feel more anxious as time went by.
When Georgia started screaming that she needed to push it suddenly went extremely fast, Harry and Louis were stood on either side of her gripping onto her hands as she pushed their child into the world. Harry had always thought childbirth was slightly terrifying but when he was stood there watching his child being brought into the world he thought the entire process was beautiful and he couldn't help the tears that came rushing to his eyes when he heard the first cries of their son. He looked up to see Louis freely sobbing, using the hand that wasn't clutched in Georgia's grip to attempt to wipe away the tears but they were coming faster than what he was able to wipe away. When Harry got the first glimpse of their son he felt all the breath being sucked out of his lungs. He could believe how much his son already looked like Louis, he had the exact same nose as him and a thick head of brown hair. Louis managed to wipe away the tears when the nurse asked if one of them would like to cut the umbilical cord before their son was taken away for tests. While he was gone Louis and Harry just stood in each other's arms sobbing, their son was finally here with them and they couldn't believe it. Their flesh and blood, their child that they would get to raise and cherish for the rest of their lives was finally with them rather than being inside Georgia's stomach. The woman was currently laid in the bed absolutely exhausted but with the biggest smile on her face as she saw the two men she now classed as brothers embrace each other, even though she was still in pain she knew the past 9 months of carrying young Tomlinson was all worth it for that exact moment.
When the young Tomlinson was brought to his father's they couldn't wipe the massive smiles from their faces and the tears from their eyes. He was first placed into Louis' waiting arms and they both looked down at the small face that was staring back at them. Now they were able to look at him properly they were able to see even more of Louis in the boy. His nose and mouth were the exact same as Louis and when he opened his eyes to stare back at his parents they realised he had the same eye colour as Louis. They weren't able to comprehend that this small bundle was their child, after months and years of waiting it still didn't feel completely real. When Louis passed their son over to Harry he couldn't explain the feeling of love the bloomed in his chest when he saw the two most important people in his life finally together
When Harry looked down at his son he couldn't help the massive grin on his face, he was finally here. He traced a finger down his face, feeling the tiny features that he couldn't wait to see grow and hopefully become even more like his husband that was cuddled into his side. As he carried on tracing his finger down the small body in his arms he ended up tracing his small hand when the tiny finger gripped onto his with such strength he wasn't expecting from the small hand, he looked up at Louis to see him grinning back at him also thinking about how they were told about Harry gripping onto Louis's finger all them years ago. He couldn't believe that this was his life, the perfect husband, the job he had always dreamed of, the best friends he could ever ask for, and now the little bundle of joy that was in his arms.
"Welcome to the world Oliver Javaad James Tomlinson"